’ She shook her head sadly. The skies became brilliant; the dry monsoon was setting in. She tied the obi clumsily about her waist, then gently laid her hand on the bowed head. She slid her cheek down the tweed sleeve of his coat. "Your servant, Sir Rowland," said the stranger, ducking his head, as he advanced. ” She said. “The twins were left with his sister, Cris. It was in another world from that in which men will die for a kiss, and touching hands lights fires that burn up lives—the world of romance, the world of passionately beautiful things.
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